Yay they are on! But oh no my friends this is just the beginning. I now have to tuck them under my bra strap and try and hide any bumps they make. So I call in one of the girls to help me make sure everything is tucked in where it should be. I then have to put clothes over top of my smushed body. I feel like a can of the ready made biscuits ready to explode. I get dressed and I am feeling good. I look in the mirror and other than my extremely red face from all of the work it took to get dressed, I am kinda rockin' in my outfit.
I start to do my make up and it happens. I have to pee. I take a deep sigh, like so deep my nostrils hurt from the rush of air and slowly start to de-smush myself.
An hour later, I was ready to go.
Don't even get me started about having to go to the bathroom at the bar.